[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I don't talk to my girlfriends, and my girlfriends don't talk to me Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a North degree Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit YoungBoy pull up, that's when murder hit, know they heard of this Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame Blackballed me from up out the game, bitch, stripped me out the fame I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain "Oh, that's hilarious, thug?" Do dirty work with illegal guns, that's what I was in the parish for Make sure that my children travel, I ain't happy how they perished us Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they cherished us Can't be out here flippin' patties, what make you think them hoes gon' fuck with us? What the fuck you think so lavish? Through my whole career, been doped up Playin' limbo with that gunfire Mama say I was her worst child Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that's fifty-five, one long ride Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I'm on now If that's my girl, I ain't fuckin' on her friend inside my home, uh
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I don't talk to my girlfriends, and my girlfriends don't talk to me Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a North degree Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit YoungBoy pull up, that's when murder hit, know they heard of this Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests Got your back and with you, thug 'til the end Don't give no fuck if you kin I need my phone call, guard go to trippin', tryna to slam me down I'm with Kaylee and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down Phone ring, it's K, pick up my phone, "KD just got gunned down" Bub bussin' back, but what 'bout my lil' brother? Montana son was 'round She don't love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama taught her that "You free to fuck 'round if I don't know about it" Who the fuck done thought of that? I'm a gangster, I hang up on your mammy, bitch, no, I ain't callin' back I'm a ranger, in that Nawf, it's danger, my family stoppin' that Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that Ain't takin' care of her body, she skinny as the fuck, her parents fat She stressin', wildin' about her old man, he done took her income tax Know how she feel, I threw her somethin', I watched niggas do my mama that He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her and made her spinal crack He caught her talkin' to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it's cap But shawty was lovin' brodie ass and everybody know that that's a fact Later OD'd from off a dose, it was as strong as nightcap
[Outro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & PhatBlack] Say Phat Baby Hello? Run that shit Run that shit? Run that shit Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see Hahaha, nah, just go off, just go I told Ten, man, fuck them niggas I want 'em all, been bringin' pressure all my life, it ain't no sense in calmin' down If Top ain't feelin' your demeanor, bet I make you move around Big ass gat under my arm, bitch, I'll make your mama fall I'm out that bottom, and I'm out that wall To be exact, behind that feining store, where they smoke mojo and they servin' packs [?] always told me, "I'ma kill you if you ever rat" They blocked the entrance off, so I say, "Fuck it," fall in through the back 4KTrey, nobody safe, and I gotta die this way When we in the city, all them niggas do is hibernatin' Talk to Monique, she told me, "PhatBlack, hit your knees and pray" The lawyers say, "They want the R.I.C.O.," that's another caseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
